OK, I have a confession: I'm a closet germaphobe. And I don't think most people realize this because I try my best not to freak out in public situations where I have to engage with other people's germs [1], e.g. handshakes, touching the poles on public transportation, and the list goes on and on. I don't even touch doorknobs because I fear that something will get on my hand and turn me into a zombie from The Walking Dead [2]. True story!

As a member of the antigerm committee, I've rounded up eight things you should never, ever do if you find yourself dating one of us [3]. Grab some hand sanitizer and check them out below.

Touch my face.

Don't even think about it.

Put your (sweaty) feet anywhere near me.

Nope, not a fan of spooning.

Try to share earbuds with me.

Your earwax + my earwax = weapons of mass destruction!

Cough or sneeze without covering your mouth and/or nose.

Just kill me, why don't ya?

Try to drink my drink.

Hello! Backwash?!

Dig up your nose in front of me.

Just gross.

Sit on my bed with your dirty outside clothes.

Yes, outside clothes are a REAL thing.

Try to kiss me with your morning breath.

I did not sign up for this.